Free BirthControl by Sydney Addae

gaze. “I’m not sure I want them to live like that. Hunted, living with the fear that someone would hurt them just because their mom’s human.” She shook her head while closing her eyes. “That’s not a gift, Silas. That’s a death sentence.”
    “No,” he said slowly, his tone dangerous. “The Goddess gives life. To abort is to throw the gift in her face. You cannot survive her wrath at such an offense.”
    “What? I…the Goddess?”
    Silas nodded. “I have told you many times, the litter you carry is a gift from her. I am over three hundred years and have never sired pups. You have been blessed by the Goddess to carry life. It should be celebrated, not destroyed.”
    Jasmine released her sons’ hands. “What about those who would kill my children? How will the Goddess protect them?” She stared up at him in expectancy.
    “They’re my litter and I am responsible for protecting them.” Silas stepped forward. “No one will harm my pups.”
    “Children,” she corrected automatically as a weight lifted from her chest. He may be a sexist jerk, but she believed he’d keep her babies safe.
    Tyrone snorted. “Strange you say that here, now…”
    “When you remained silent on the matter in front of the Alphas,” Tyrese finished.
    She glanced at her sons and then gazed at Silas. Had she been premature in giving him her trust? “Silas?”
    He waved away her question. “There are things going on that I cannot always explain. Nor do I choose to explain now. The two of you serve me, not the other way around. You threatened an Alpha.”
    “He was being an asshole,” Tyrone said in a condescending tone.
    “Which means you threatened me.” Silas stepped closer to the sofa and this time she didn’t try to stop her sons from standing.
    “How did they threaten you?” she asked in the prolonged stillness, eager to get them talking. “You said they spoke to someone else.”
    “Yes, but each Alpha is bound to me. They carry my crest, my last name. To attack one of them is to attack me.” Silas paused. “You knew that and threatened him anyway. Right?”
    “We will not allow anyone to harm our mother or the babies she carries.”
    Jasmine’s brow rose at the monotone synchronized sentence from her sons and tried to see their faces. “Rone? Rese?”
    Silas chuckled. “They have bonded in some way and are one. I cannot break into their thoughts without destroying them both, which I don’t want to do. I want them to assist in your security detail.”
    Jasmine’s head whipped around as she jumped up. “What?” The blank look had returned to the twins faces. Their stance, their facial expressions and speech was identical. “Is this more wolf-human stuff?” She stared in disbelief.
    Silas shrugged. “It’s fascinating. And not something full-bloods are capable of doing, at least not that I’ve ever heard or seen. I doubt most breeds can take it to this level either. Your sons are unique and I’d hate to destroy them. But make no mistake, I will. Tonight in fact, if we don’t come to some sort of understanding.” He stood in front of the three of them with his hands behind his back as if he were discussing the name of a book instead of killing her first-borns.
    “What?” She looked at him with panic radiating in her chest. “What are you talking about? What kind of agreement?”
    He glanced at her, then returned his gaze to Tyrone and then Tyrese. “For starters, there can be no wolves that I cannot access mentally. None . Your boys decided to block me tonight during a volatile meeting. When they did that, they missed the strategy I sent to them and Jayden. As Patron, I have a responsibility to oversee my people and insure rules are followed. These pups broke a major rule.”
    “Okay…okay,” she said in desperation, while wanting to smack her silent sons on the head. “They broke a rule, did it cause a problem?”
    “If they had heard my thoughts, they never would have challenged the Alpha